A story to tell

Stori, Laufey's eldest and only child, came forth with eagerness and a stick firmly in his grip. "Come, sit with me," she invited him, though in her cool voice it gave the impression of being half command. She herself seated herself. As was her long habit, she seemed less to be sitting and more to be perched upon the earth like a bird, ready to spring up at a moment's notice and yet... utterly still. "I would speak with you awhile." Laufey's own education was lacking, gaping holes in it that only time spent among his people could fill; he would not yet be ready to impart the necessary knowledge to his son. Yet was that not the purpose behind this pack? The extended family, prepared to step in and do what was necessary as families do? She ruminated a moment with her silver eyes, closed, turned up to the sky, before she opened them once more to focus on the child. "I would tell you a story of the mighty god Thor, and of the trickster Loki. Would you care to hear of it?"